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    Lyrics :
    A mile frae Pentcaitland, on the road to the sea
    Stands a yew tree a thousand years old
    And the old women swear by the grey o' their hair
    That it knows what the future will hold
    For the shadows of Scotland stand round it
    'Mid the kail and the corn and the kye
    All the hopes and the fears of a thousand long years
    Under the Lothian sky

    My bonnie yew tree
    Tell me what did you see

    Did you look through the haze o' the lang summer days
    Tae the South and the far English border
    A' the bonnets o' steel on Flodden's far field
    Did they march by your side in good order
    Did you ask them the price o' their glory
    When you heard the great slaughter begin
    For the dust o' their bones would rise up from the stones
    To bring tears to the eyes o' the wind

    My bonnie yew tree
    Tell me what did you see

    Not once did you speak for the poor and the weak
    When the moss-troopers lay in your shade
    To count out the plunder and hide frae the thunder
    And share out the spoils o' their raid
    But you saw the smiles o' the gentry
    And the laughter of lords at their gains
    When the poor hunt the poor across mountain and moor
    The rich man can keep them in chains

    My bonnie yew tree
    Tell me what did you see

    Did you no' think tae tell when John Knox himsel'
    Preached under your branches sae black
    To the poor common folk who would lift up the yoke
    O' the bishops and priests wi' their backs
    But you knew the bargain he sold them
    And freedom was only one part
    For the price o' their souls was a gospel sae cold
    It would freeze up the joy in their hearts

    My bonnie yew tree
    Tell me what did you see

    And I thought as I stood and laid hands on your wood
    That it might be a kindness to fell you
    One kiss o' the axe and you're freed frae th' likes
    O' the sad bloody tales that men tell you
    But a wee bird flew out from your branches
    And sang out as never before
    And the words o' the song were a thousand years long
    And to learn them's a long thousand more

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